Introductions

Monday 10-27-08 3:13 A.M.

Hello out there in . . . I think the line from The Night of the Comet is “television land”, but considering that movie was made in 1984 and the World Wide Web did not exist then, I think the appropriate line would now be internet land, so hello everyone out there in internet land. I am sure you can guess by my hello to the internet that I am new to the blog world. I have posted a few times on my myspace page, but those were more to keep my friends and family updated on my life. I have also posted a few times here on blogspot as an assignment for my Bible as Lit. Class, but other than these few postings I have never really gotten into blogging.

I am not sure why this morning of all times I decided to start such a thing. It may very well be because of an email I sent out, in mass, this morning, about an email I kept getting over and over again, that was very annoying. I will post the email later, but for now I just want to ramble a while.

As the title of this blog says, the second reason I have for doing this is because I am quite positive I need therapy. Unfortunately, I am technically an unemployed graduate student and cannot afford the high price of a therapy bill. So, until the day comes that I get my doctorate and am making descent money or the day my fiancé gets a job in his field and we are making a great living, I will have to settle for something a lot less expensive. This is also unfortunate for anyone who may read this because you have to listen to my insistent rambling and tirades. Well you don’t have to. You can always go read something else, I will never know, but if you choose to continue read welcome to my world.

The first major subject I would like to go over before I start this blog, is the subject of my blog style. I do have a degree and am currently working on two more. I spend a large chunk of my day revising and editing, therefore I refuse to do that here. I am going to treat this as an informal blog, and will not be grammatically correct in everything I say. There will be times when I misspell a word or not add a comma where there should be one, and there most definitely will be type-o’s. If you are going to be so pompous as to be that concerned which how grammatically correct I am in every sentence, you should probably not stick around for anything I have to say. Nothing I say here will ever be published in a scholarly journal, a magazine or a news paper anywhere, so I am not going to over think every little thing I type. Also, I am not going to spend my entire day reading and rereading everything I write trying to make it perfect. I have papers for Intro. To Grad. Studies to do that in. If on the off chance that someone would be insane enough to want to publish my ramblings, I am sure their editing staff and I will rework this into a publishable work. Until then whatever I submit, is what you get to read.

I know that this sounds like I am being overly sensitive or something and maybe I am, but as I said earlier I spend all day watching my ps and qs and I really do not have the time or the energy to do that here. My point is, I guess, that I am feeling real repressed right now, and I hate it. I graduated last December and now feel like everyone expects me to be perfect all of the time. I am human and in being so I will quite often make mistakes, and I feel that I should be allowed to make them without anyone saying anything about it.

I read emails and notes from people all day that have weird abbreviations, which do not make since, or have simple misspellings, because they were in a hurry when they wrote them. I do not say anything because I have a degree and most people around me do not and I do not want to seem arrogant. Also, I think it is rude to do such a thing to anyone. The only time, I feel, such things should be mentioned is if the person asks for, whatever it is, to be edited. Other than that, I think it is rude to constantly tell a person “you missed spelled this” or “this should be in its own paragraph” or a thousand other things nit-picky things that do not mean a damn in everyday conversation. In academic situations or professional situations, when something is going to be viewed publicly that is a different story, but when a person is just sending a friend or acquaintance an email or posting things in an informal situation, such as this, such things should not be over analyzed.

I say this, because I do not want anyone commenting on such things when it comes to this blog. I am perfectly happy having discussions on topics, but I am not going to correct anyone’s spelling or grammar and will not be bothered with anyone doing the same to me.

O.K., I rambled a little there, but now I want to go back to the feeling repressed subject. Lately, I have been feeling like I am under a microscope and everything I say and do is under major scrutiny. I am nearly thirty years old, but because I do not own my own home, my fiancé and I have been dating for ten years and have not set a date, and because we do not have children, I feel like people treat me as if I am still sixteen years old and not old enough to know anything. In reality, when I comes to a large range of topics I have studied more than they and, I feel, I think more logically about these issues. I am not going to go into any great detail right now on any of this, mostly because I am tired and not in the mood, but eventually I hope to cover a laundry list of issues.

Well, that is the best of an introduction I think I do right now. It is 4:42 in the morning where I am and I should really go to bed. I will post my email in a separate post. Considering it is what got this whole thing started, I think I should post it before I post anything else.

Talisman